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Excerpt
And You Wonder Why We Get Called the Weird Watsons. It was one of those
super duper cold Saturdays. One of those days that when you breathed out your
breath kind of hung frozen in the air like a hunk of smoke and you could walk
along and look exactly like a train blowing out big, fat, white puffs of smoke.
It was so cold that if you were stupid enough to go outside your eyes would
automatically blink a thousand times all by themselves, probably so the juice
inside of them wouldn't freeze up. It was so cold that if you spit, the slob
would be an ice cube before it hit the ground. It was about a zillion degrees
below zero.
It was even cold inside our house. We put sweaters and hats and scarves and
three pairs of socks on and still were cold. The thermostat was turned all the
way up and the furnace was banging and sounding like it wa ...
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